944

(this song/video is mostly horrible, except for the 944 shout out at the end but it's the only song I know that's about Scottsdale.)

Before I relocated to work in the greatest city in America (cough, SF) I was living the dream in Scottsdale as the editor of the Phoenix version of Nine Fo Fo. And by living the dream, I mean partying way too much, bleaching the shit out of my hair, getting unnaturally tan and having my face pumped with all sorts toxins and fillers. Now I live in Oaktown, I shovel organic food into my mouth all day, and I am now capable of raising my eyebrows once again. Okay, I still bleach my hair. Whatever.

Tomorrow, I'm getting on a plane and heading on back to the scene of the crime(s) and I gotta say, I'm a little nervous. I hope my living amongst the intelligent, creative, non-augmented, inclusionary, cultured, empowered, non-conformists of the Bay hasn't driven some sort of wedge between me and the people of my homeland.

I'm gonna pack a push-up bra and some whorish outfits so I'll blend in. You know, just in case.

(PS: Scottsdale's original name was Orangedale. There's a fun fact for you.)